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2-10-18: Introduction: Secret Society:

 

Of course, in the eyes of men?  I, am?  Clinically, insane.  But, in my own eyes?  Things have never appeared, to be clearer.

After 60 years, of consideration?  I have decided, to just go with it.  And, I am claiming?  My hereditary position, as: le Gouverneur.

Apparently?  I was born, to it.  And, as a small child?  I was trained for it, by my grandparents.  My, grandfather?  Apparently?  Was le Gouverneur, before me.  And, he?  Inherited it, from his grandfather; an old Scotsman, borne out, of Ireland.

This, position?  Allegedly came down, through the family line.  From long before, Jasper Tudor.  From long before: Yeshua, the Nazarene; and, Solomon; and, Noah.  From long before, the pyramids were ever built.  It came down, from the caves of the Caucasus Mountains.  Where the second-oldest bones of modern humans, have been found.

Our, history?  Starts, with a single sentence: “We stayed close to the mountains, because of what happened the last time, that all of the ice, melted.”  There are 135,000 years of family history, contained within that single, weighted sentence.  But?  I know a lot, about them:  what, they thought; what, they said; what, they knew..

For throughout, the many generations?  The, attitudes?  Stayed much, the same.  And, the Knowledge?  Is, essentially?  The same, as At the Beginning.

Even, so?  I wouldn’t even pay the least bit of attention to all it, anyway; if it wasn’t for that singular day, and the Miracle of the Eratapokriseis, with the Men In Black.  Where they, essentially?  Rehashed everything, that I had been taught.  And?  Added, to it.  And?  Clarified it, even further.

Still?  I thought the whole Men In Black thing over, for 28 years; before finally accepting, who I am; and, what I was born to.  Which I did, less than two weeks ago.

If you do not believe in, or Know Of, a Higher Power?  Then, by default?  I have to be considered, as: clinically; scientifically; insane.  Can there be any other, possibility?

And if you do believe in, a Higher Power?  The teachings, of the church of man?  Will, almost inevitably?  Still lead you to, the same, exact conclusion.

Still: I have to, go with it.  For my latter, occupation?  In the city, of my father?  In the city, of my birth?  My father’s, occupation?  While, a coincidental, historical, anomaly?  Has led me, to take my early training, seriously.  It has caused me, to reflect upon: history; and, the world; and, the nature, of man; and, the Universe; and, each and every one of us; and, our relationship, With the Creator, Of All.

It has hit the nail, on the head…

We?  My, extended family?  Have been around, for millennia.  And man, and history?  Have known us, over the centuries, by many names: Hashishins; Masons; Templars; Illuminati.  You?  Can name, it.  But it never, ever, changes.  It has been the same, for us?  Forever.  No mater what mantle, you cover us over, with.

Many of our brothers, and our sisters – For we are open, to all – Have made the egregious mistake, of thinking that, the Kingdom?  Can Be Realized, through the work of the hand, of this world.  But?  The, Two Swords?  Are, Enough.  The, One?  Is, Written; Is, Engraved; Upon, the Thigh.  And, the Other?  Is, a Tongue of Flame; Come Out Of, the Mouth.

Name; Word.  One.

Yeshua?  Tried To Tell you, All About This.

No amount, of beheadings; nor?  Burnings, at the stake; can ever rid the earth, of us.  For, we?  Are like, the Hydra.  Cut off, one head?  And, two grow up, in its place.  We?  Are, everywhere.  Hidden, within.  But?  Living, without.  A Nation, Apart.

Our, Sacred Duty?  Has never, changed.  And, it is?  To protect the Pilgrim, Who Is Upon the Way; Who Has Taken the First Step, Unto, the Holy Land.  Upon, the Path; Unto?  Gan Eden.

And This, Duty?  Can never, change.

How, do we protect them?  With, the Two Swords; Given Unto us, By YHWH.  The Word, Deeply Incised; the Word, Sparingly Spoken.

Beneath, the Name?  Is our, True Covering.  For, the Name?  Is, our Bower.  Is, our Chuppah.

The taking, of Jerusalem?  Was done, merely to secure, specific ancient artifacts.  Which are now, well hidden away, elsewhere.  They, seek; but they do not, find.

My, grandfather?  Used to laugh out loud, about it.  He said, that they had even suckered F.D.R., into it.

We were only in Jerusalem, of course, for 199 years.  And, some of our brothers?  Fell into the ways, of the world.  And, of course?  The, Holy Land?  Was lost, unto them.  With all of the attendant, bloodshed.

For they abandoned YHWH, for earthly gain.

But, we?  Had our own reasons, for embarking upon, the Crusades.  And, we?  Were hidden amongst the Host, even then.  As we still are, today.

But, the Way?  The, Path?  Always Passes Through, the Holy Land.  And, the Holy One?  Fills, the earth.

So where, exactly, Is This, Holy Land?  Can it be pinned down, to a singular plot of earth?  Can man ever build a house, with which, to contain: He, Who Fills the Universe?

The, Kingdom?  Is, All Around you.  It Is, Within you.  Do not let anyone tell you, that it, is over here; or that it, is over there; that it, is found above, or below.  That it, Has Come; or that it, Is Coming; or that it, Is gone.  It Simply, Is.

The, Kingdom?  Has always been, at hand.  But can you, Ever Grasp it?

We, of the Shadow Government?  Know, that our sisters, and our brothers, exist.  And we know, that we fill the earth; albeit, amongst men.  But we have shrunk our cells, even more.  Down, from the former, 5 or 6.  For where any 2, Are Gathered, In His Name?  There?

We, Are.

There Are Signs, by which we know one another, when we meet.  It is mostly, in the eyes…

Of course, it is crazy!  For, the entire world?  Is, crazy!

My grandfather, and my grandmother?  Both, had told me?  That the world is not ready, for the Revelation, Of the Mystery.  Of, the Truth.  My grandfather said, that perhaps?  It would be ready, in my lifetime.  And perhaps, not…

Perhaps, it would never be, ready?  Perhaps, the world will come to its End, never having been, ready?

Why, am I finally telling the world, all of this?

It is because, I have no heirs.  No, grandchildren.  No one to pass the position, down to…

And I cannot let the Knowledge Of the Ages, just whither, upon the vine.

So?  I am passing some of what I Know, along.  For, perhaps?  Someday?  Someone, will read this; and will, become?  The next: Gouverneur.

It is not at all up, to me.  It is strictly between le Gouverneur, and YHWH…

For no man, can appoint anyone, to such a position.  Colleges of Cardinals, besides.  No king, can assign the position, to another king.  No scrap of paper, Can Work, YHWH’s Will…

YHWH Will Choose, His Hidden Grand Master.  No matter what any king or commoner, or the church of man, thinks, or designs unto.

The only thing in this world and Beyond, which makes perfect sense, to me?  Is the Eternity, Where the Men In Black, Are.  And?  You, have most likely, met them yourself.  And have said afterwards, frowning to yourself: “Now, that?  Was really, weird…”

YHWH?  Is, Truly Accessible.  If you manage To Approach the Unknowable, In: the, right way; at, the right time; for, the right reason; with, the right heart.

And if you Meet YHWH, Along, the Way?  Then?  You Are a Part, of Something Bigger.

Think of the ceiling, in the Sistine Chapel.  With?  The Touch, Of God.  He, and the Seraphim?   At, the Center?  Float, In a Cloud – Shaped just like, a human brain.

The, Kingdom?  Is, At Hand…

Is, Within.

Michelangelo?  Was one, of us.

Within, the chapel’s ceiling?  Are coded, our symbols.  Which were placed there, to train you, subliminally.

Le chat?  Montres, la plus petite souris.  Et, le chien, derrière elle?  Montres, le chat.  Et, nous?  Sont, les Chiens, de YHWH.

Anyway?  The Shadow Government?  Is looking for a few, good: Sénéchages; Doges; Cavaliers.

But?  Don’t take it up, with me.  It is between you, and YHWH.  You need To Approach, the Unknowable…

You’re, Protected.  So, don’t worry.  As crazy, as that sounds.

Wouldn’t you like To Feel the Touch, of the Finger, of YHWH?

And, perhaps?  You, and I?  Will meet, Upon the Way.

The, Templars?  Still, Are.  And, the Grail?  Still, Is.  Albeit?

Hidden…

As, a small child?  I was shown, the maps.

And, perhaps?  My grandfather merely imagined, that he was: le Gouverneur?  He either, was; or?  He, was not.  Crazy, as it is.

My, grandmother?  Told me confidentially, more than once?  That, my grandfather?

“Is the Hidden, Grand Master.”

And he, told me?  In, secret?  That, my grandmother?

“Is like, the High Priestess.”

Yet, still; I wouldn’t pay the least bit of attention, to it; except, for?  That enigmatic day, with the Men In Black.

Because of the confidences, of John Daniel, and Gil?  I have, decided?  Finally?  To just, go with it.  And you will simply have to bear with me, for a time.

If you spent a few years on the internet, and put it all together?  Perhaps?  You could present a facsimile, of an Eratapokriseis.  But only, an insider?  Can have the skill to do it, perfectly; correctly.  It is something – I guess?

That you are just, born to…

The, Way?  Is Always, Before you.  It Has Always, Been.  All you need, to do?  Is to take, that first step.  And, all fear?

Will fall away, from you.

Are you watching the Templars, on: The History Channel?  Here are, some clues; as crazy, as it seems.  Entombed, in the rock?  Is, the root, and the trunk, and the living branch.  And, the line?  Leads upward, to the box.  The, box?  Is hidden beneath, the green bower.  And within, the box?  Is Found, the Grail; Hand-formed, out of base clay.  The, line?  Passes through the living branches, of the Oranges; ever, green…

The, orange?  Is, seen; upon, the green.

The second, clue.  If you are given, a lemon?  As bitter to the taste, as it is?  You make, lemonade!  And that is why Stewie’s head, on: Family Guy?  Is shaped, just like a lemon.

It is all, symbolism.  Presented, for your subconscious training, by: us.  And why, you ask?  It is so that, when you finally Are Confronted, By the Mystery?  You are hopefully prepared well enough, to be able to handle it.

Think, about it: the, Stuarts?  Got, the lemon.  And, the Oranges?  Currently?  Have possession, of the box.

For, now…

A third, clue.  Yellow?  Is symbolic, of: gold.  The kingdoms, of this world.  And, the Coming Mashiach?  According to, the Muslims?  Comes from, the East – Wearing, a shirt of yellow.

Yellow?  Is, the Light.  The, Bright Morning Star; In, the East.

And, the West?  Is to, the East – Of, Jerusalem.

Red?  Is, for: the, Bloodline.  Flowing as deep, as the horse’s bridles.  Remember, the Revelation?

Red?  Is also, the bloodmoon.  The Spirit, Become Flesh.  Which, Overshadows, and Consumes?  The kingdoms, and the kings, of this world.

And, Stewie?  Wears, This Covering; This, Chuppah.  He’s just another, brilliant kid; in an average, dysfunctional family.  Who: in, reality?  Knows: deep down, inside?  That, He Is?  The One True Emperor, of this physical, world.

Despite all of the bullshit, around him.  And who, is his best, friend?

Just the dog, who morally supports him: Brian Griffin; Ivy League student, at Brown University.

Essentially?  That, Stewie?  Is: clinically, insane.

You, most likely?  Have absolutely no idea at all, how well you are being mentally prepared For, the End Time.  Man?  Can; and, will; deny, Shekinah.  But, YHWH?  Never denies, His Own.

There are particular surnames, in that line, through the branches: Stuart; Tudor; Williams; Browne.  The, list?  Is quite, long.

There are particular first names as well, in the line: Henrietta; Maria; Mary; Martha; Margaret; Sarah; Rebecca; Alexander; William; Henry; George; Abraham; James; John; Thomas; Charles.  And there are many, many, more.

And that is why, I often say: “And that’s what Christmas is all about, Charlie Brown.”  It is an acknowledgement, of the line.

After, the millennia?  Almost everyone, on the earth?  Is related to that line, by blood…

We?  Are all, kinsmen, and womankind…

As crazy, as that sounds.

We, of the Shadow Government?  Speak to man, through: Symbolism.

The first four-syllable word, that I was ever taught?  When I, was less than two?

Was: “Sim-bowl-is-‘em.”

We manipulate, the mind, of man; via the things, of this world.  And, through them?  We Reveal, the Eternal Presence, Of the Grail.  You can call it: “Brainwashing,” if you want to.  But: art; literature; architecture; music; culture; philosophy; Spirituality?

Are, our children.

Yet, man?  Chooses; every time?  To create the church of man, out of That Which Is Given Unto them, freely.

The hearts, of many men, and women?  Are invariably, good.  But it is the cares of this world, which get right in, their Ways.  And, the church of man?  Plays you; through?  This physical, world.  They hold, your soul?  Manacled high, above your head; unreachable; untouchable; in, a hangman’s noose…

But you can Pick Up the Sword, Freely-Given; and you Can Free yourself, from that very noose.

Know Well, the  nature, of the Beast.

Man’s arrogance, and self-will?  Is, actually?  Almost, but not quite?  An admirable, quality; In the Eyes, Of YHWH.

Like, Abram?  You Just Have To Know, How To Negotiate, With YHWH.  But don’t try this at home, folks.

Call yourself, what you will: Jew; Catholic; Protestant; Sufi; Hindu; Buddhist; New Ager; Templar; Mason.  The, label?  Does not matter in the least, To YHWH…

For, the Presence?  Reads, the heart.

And, Eternity?  Is Calling Unto you, To Join In.

What, exactly, are you waiting for?  The End, Of the World?  There Is a Parade, Right In the Path; so won’t you join it, today?

Yeah; I’m, crazy…

Science?  Was created, by Godly men; who wanted to explain, the unbelievably-ordered underpinnings, of YHWH’s Universe.  Science?  Was created, specifically?  To demonstrate God’s, Inherent Validity.

But, because it deals with, the physical world?  In: quantifiable; containable; constrainable; measurable, terms?  Science?  Was soon hijacked, by, the atheists.

Charles Darwin?  Said that, as a young man?  He was kicking around, some ideas.  And, man?  Created an entire religion, out of those very, ideas.

The foremost, bastard-child, of the now atheistic religion, of science?  Is: psychology.  For, psychology?  Denies the Very Ability of YHWH, To Touch this world, With His Own Hand, and Breath.

It Can not possibly Be, YHWH!  He Does not, Exist.  So?  It has, to be?  A clinically definable, aberration.  The, Prophets?  Were All, delusional!  Yeshua?  John the Baptist?  Were, insane!

But who defines, what is, an aberration?  Fallible, man?

Man?  Has completely fucked up everything, that he has so much as breathed upon.

And because half of the world, will not allow itself to accept, a Higher Power?  Those, Who Are In the Spirit?  Are said, To Be: “Touched.”  Which, makes me?  By psychology’s somewhat fuzzy-edged, hazy, indeterminate, adjustable-to-the-moment, definitions?  Already, half-crazy.

Touched, By YHWH?  And what is so wrong, with that?  Michelangelo even painted it on the ceiling, of the Sistine Chapel.  Front, and Center.

I only know, that when I shook the hands of John Daniel, and Gil?  I Felt the Awesome Power, Contained, Within Them.  And, They?  In Their Manifestations, Within the Avatars, Of men?  Are As Close As any man alive can get, To Realizing God, In the Spirit.

“I?  Will, Pass: By?  You.  But, you?  Will only, see?  My, Backside.”

To, a desert dweller?  All which is seen, from behind?  Is, the Covering; the, Mantle; the, Chuppah.

Oh, any atheist, can tell you: I’m crazy, alright.  By, clinical definition.  For there can be no other alternative, for any man…

To consider, any other implications?  Is far too hard for the closed minds, of many men.

The, choice?  Is always, yours.  For?  You Have Been Invited, In.  So: what will, you do?  Just stay outside of the Door, in abject fear, of the darkness?  Or will you Light your own Lamp, and Come In?  And Join In, the Wedding Party?

Everyone?  Is Truly, Invited.

And our, Sacred Duty?  Is To Guard, the Ancient Path.  To Keep it Swept Clean, of all stumbling distractions.  To Close Off, the many byways.  To Make Level, and To Raise Up, and To Make Straight, the Way; Unto, the Holy Land.  The, Path; Unto, Gan Eden.  Unto, the World, To Come.

It Is Already, Here…

The Kingdom, Of God?  Is, At Hand.  It Has Always, Been…

But?  The Big Question, Is:  Are you Willing, To Grasp it?

The, Shadow Government?  I was born, to it.  And I was trained, for it; throughout, a lifetime.

And, perhaps?  You were, too.  Weren’t, you?  For, the reigns?  Are always passed down, to someone, else.  Throughout, the generations.  Throughout, the many millennia.

As crazy, as it seems…

I am obligated To YHWH, For Everything.  So?  After 60 years, of careful consideration?  I Have To, Go With it.  With, the Spirit.  There Is no other, Choice.

Go, Up…

As insane, as that probably sounds.

 

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2-12-18: Lesson 1: Les Bergers d’Arcadie:

Checkmate by the Queen Motherfuckers 2I can guarantee, that you have never seen this one, before.  Why?  Because, only le Nautonnierle Gouverneur – Of, the American Contingency – Has, the inside dope on it.  This, will be a part of my book on symbolism in art, someday.  You should be glad, that you are lucky enough to even be getting this preview.

As far as: allegory; fable; hoax; illusion; legend; myth; go?  We, of the Shadow Government?  Work, entirely in it.  Subliminal messages, and all of that.  We, are: jokers; riddlers; cats, pussy-footing about, in the night.  It is, our stock in trade.

We, Harpers?  Were, the: minnesangers; troubadours; acrobats; actors; jesters; clowns.  With, us?  Everything, is illusory.  Everything, is a three-ring circus.

Don’t take everything so seriously, folks!  Have a little fun, with this!

I call this one: “Checkmate With the Queen, Motherfuckers!”  For, now…

Anyway?  This is just to show you, that the Priory of Sion?  Is, a hoax.  But?  It is one, in our own, inimitable, style.

How, does that riddle go?

“SHEPHERDESS NO TEMPTATION THAT POUSSIN TENIERS HOLD THE KEY PEACE 681 BY THE CROSS AND THIS HORSE OF GOD I COMPLETE (could also trans. as DESTROY) THIS DAEMON GUARDIAN AT MIDDAY BLUE APPLES.”

See, the Daemon guardian?

The, horse?  Is more, of a ship – Of, the desert!

Shrink it, down to thumbnail size.  And, then?  Study it.

Who, had the golden apple?  But: Diana?

Shepherdess?  No!

But?  She is, across – From?  Herself!

And, what is the key piece, to any chess set?  If not, the queen?

Again: checkmate, motherfuckers!

I can’t believe, that this has been laying around in La Bibliothèque Nationale de France since something like 1959, and got all of that exposure in the Holy Blood: Holy Grail genre, and still, no one has ever figured it out.  Think outside of the box, people!  Get your minds off of dick and pussy, and look around, for just once!

You certainly never saw this image, before.  I was strongly considering waiting until after sunset of 7-28-2036, to reveal this knowledge.  But?  What, the hay!

So?  After all, of these years?  Le Nautonnier, himself?  Has shown you, a small part of the solution, to the Priory of Sion mystery.

The next, time?  I might get around to telling you, what the Priory, actually symbolizes; what, it really means.

I now, realize?  That Pappers had set me up, with that whole St. Clair phone calls thing, back in 1965-67.  It was obviously, for my own good.  For, my education.

Chevalier Henry Avice?  Is the first recorded owner, of this painting.  The powerful, Nicholas Fouquet?  Gave it to his wife, as a wedding present.

That miserable, little, squirrely, prick, King Louis VIX?  Had this painting in his bedroom, for decades.  He never, ever, figured it out.  Sun King?  My, ass!

We’ve had nothing but trouble over the centuries, with those kings of France.

The guy that dick Louis imprisoned over the secret to its riches, for 19 years?  Nicholas Fouquet?  Until, he fucking died?  Never ratted it out, to that money-grubbing bastard.  King Louis died, still wondering what the secret to the riches, was.

Fuck him, anyway.  Even if we are related, through Margaret and Jasper.

Fouquet?  Was, a Katharenne; just like, me.  “What heights, can he climb to?”  That’s, his family motto.

1639, to 2018?  Is, 379 years.  And no one, ever figured it out?  Look in the mirror, Louis; you dumb ass!

Must I solve every one of these Medieval Cyphers for everyone, all by myself?  This, one?  Took about as long to solve, as it took to: crop; copy; flip; paste; and resave, as a .pdf; then, as a .png.   15 minutes in Word on the computer, tops. Word.

Of, course?  I already knew, a good part of the answer, to the riddle.  It helps to be, an insider.

See, the Merovingian bee?  And, the blue and green globe?  The symbol, of earthly kingship?

It is so easy, to solve these Cyphers!  If?  You had, my grandparents.  And, if?  You spent the eternity in a day, with the Men In Black.

There’s lots, lots more, in this one painting.  And all, of Renaissance art?  Is, a treasure trove!

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7-30-16: Shekinah

People say, “I pray to God; I talk to God; but He never answers me; She isn’t listening to me.”

What are you praying for? What are you asking for? How are you doing it?

Hashem answers in two basic ways:

1.) On the macroscale, YHWH answers in the Storm Cloud and in the Whirlwind. This is a Judgment upon a nation, a people, or a tongue, which indirectly benefits you.

2.) On the microscale, Shekinah answers but a question, which is Compassion personified. And it benefits you directly, Her answering your question about a nation, a people, or a tongue.

“I wanna new car! I wanna ‘nother baby! I wanna hit the friggin’ lottery! I want! I want! I want! Waah! Waah!”

Such a prayer is seldom, if ever, answered.

“Within this world, Lord, may all of your Stars Come down, and choose parents for themselves, who want and need them.”

A prayer like that, is often answered…

But not always. For even the Stars, have their freewill.

What is your motive, in asking for that? Are you being selfish? For YHWH considers your motives far, far more than He does your actions, in His Judgments.

Selfish prayers are seldom answered, unless the one praying unwittingly asks for something which will benefit a large number of people, or perhaps, the entire world. Such a prayer may result in a Sampson, or a Brahms, or the next C.S. Lewis.

Shekinah does, generally, answer every proper question Her child puts to Her; and generally She does it within the same day, and sometimes within seconds.

YHWH’s Rod?

It may take some time…

For He Truly tries to use it sparingly.

The Tiny Whisper in the Ear, the Small Voice of Shekinah, is a Slight Touch and Breath and Rustling of the New Leaf, the New Bloom, the Green Branch of the Prophet, Newly Sprung from the Stump, from the Root.

And when Shekinah no longer has to answer any of these questions, the Prophet has grown into the Rod, the Trunk, the Green Branch, which Overshadows the entire earth, as with Outstretched Wings.

But the thing is, that you have to learn the lingo first. And it is different for everyone, depending upon the Dimension and the Universe that you have chosen to Come down here to Live within.

After you read the story to follow, think over your own prayers, and decide if they are truly being answered by Hashem. And open your eyes and ears, so that you may see how the Tiny Whisper is speaking to you.

Like I said; you gotta know the lingo.

Here is how the Small Voice works for me:

I rebuilt my picnic table in the grove, and threw my tools into the black and blue and yellow bucket, and took them in. It took me all day.

I managed to salvage six boards for reuse. But since I replaced the 2 x 4s with treated decking, I had to salvage two more of the old boards for legs, for additional strength and stability, which made eight saved.

Yes; pay attention, to what you are seeing and hearing. For it is through numerology, that Hashem describes the Universe. After all; the Third Book of the Word, is Numbers…

I supported four of the legs upon stones, which are uncut by human hands. In the Four Directions, the Leveled Expanse was supported by the Foundation Stones. (Know, that everything which you will encounter in your life, is symbolic.)

The two other legs were free in the air, both up and down, hanging suspended between Heaven and earth. And these are the Six Directions. (You have to keep your eyes on the Goal, and you feet on the Path, to Zion; and you have to be paying attention to the Way and Word of Hashem, 24 / 7 / 366).

I took two other uncut stones, which were thicker and bigger, and put them under my leveled table. And then the other four legs were in up the air, and the table was tottering like a seesaw. So I dug them in; but I was not satisfied with the result.

At work on the third day after, I was on an idle site. And behind the remains of the recut building, at the northwest corner, I found a stone hammer with a yellow handle and a black grip. The head was to the right, close to the post; the tail was to the left, farther away. I looked at it, and said to myself, “Black and yellow, kills a fellow.”

The place was abandoned; and they obviously did not know where it was; and no one had been in here for months. I could have easily taken it home, for they did not know what they had done with it.

The head was not at all rusty, which I puzzled over, as the hammer had been out here in the open likely all winter.

I picked it up, and put it in the piping which held the post to the recut building, where they could easily find it again.

Someone else may take it, who needs it; but it is not going to be me.

I find tools like this all of the time. But I only take home those which I find out on the road, as no one knows who dropped them. You will find all kinds of stuff on finders keepers, in the Pentateuch.

From the massive scrap pile, I took two small scraps of the right size and thicknesses, which had been cut and split by the hand of man, for my leveled place, my pad beneath the picnic table, within my grove. And I found a better one; so I switched the second one out, for the third.

But this bothered me.

Here are the circumstances:

1.) The operator had told me that I could take as much rock off of the scrap piles as I wanted, and as often as I wanted. And if I wanted anything specific, if I came by the yard, he could give it to me at a good price, or perhaps even free, depending upon what it was, or how much of it I wanted.

2.) When I asked about the landowner, he said that he lived in Baltimore, and only came up on weekends and vacations; he owned 3,000 to 8,000 acres; and he didn’t care what he did anyway – It was his production and rock, and he could do what he wanted with it, as long as the checks kept cashing. And besides; they had been friends for years.

3.) It was two tiny pieces of scrap rock, which was destined for burial in the fill.

4.) Only God, and I, and the ravens were there.

So I had full permission to take them; but still, for some reason, it did not feel right. So when I got to the next site in the same property down the hill, I tossed them out into the weeds, and felt better with myself, for it.

The site operator used to ride on my bus, when we both went to Nazareth. He was a year ahead of me. Imagine meeting him way up here all over again, after all of these years!

It’s a small Universe…

I pondered this stuff, all of the way home. I had advance permission to take buku more; it was not much; and I wanted and could definitely use it. So, why did it somehow still feel like stealing, to me?

It was because I absolutely did not need it…

I could make do, with what I already had.

All the way home, I pondered upon all of the nuances of this, and when do you punish a mother or a brother for having to steal bread to feed their own, when Hashem duty-binds all of the nation to provide for the safety and welfare of all of their own? Where is Righteousness become the Thief in the Night? Where does Judgment and, and Forgiveness begin?

Like I said: 24 : 7 : 366.

The next morning, in the half-light, I was coming into the ring of uncut stones on the mountain, the area which I had raised up and leveled in the grove for the picnic table, where the smoke pleasingly rises up into Heaven from the bloody meat placed upon the grill…

And there, behind the post of a tree I had spared in the grove, was my Estwing…My carpenter’s hammer, which I had used in making living space in the Fire Museum on Main Street in Old Bethlehem, the city of my birth, the city of my father, who also was a carpenter. We used to meet at the old, wooden counter in the Woolworths’ for breakfast for a while, I working in the Fire Museum right to the south of it, he working in the Orr’s right to the north of it…

At least, for a time.

The nuances of that, were never lost on me…

Look for your own nuances and circumstantials, in your own life…

I had not even missed my carpenter’s hammer. I did not even know, where it was.

My hammer was to the southwest, in the leveled grove. And my hammer’s head was close to the post, the head to the right, and the tail to the left. And I marveled at how little rust was on it yet, after having being rained upon so much. And I bent down toward the earth…

“I see, said the blind carpenter, as he picked up his hammer and saw…”

And as I leaned over, my eyes filled with the colored sparkles of the half-sphered fronts of the Scrolls that were grasped in the Claws of the Eagle, in the half-light of this morning. And as my hand grasped the blue handle of the East Wing, right from where the handle hit the head, oriented west, north, and south, a white Sephirah struck me right between the eyes, right upon the forehead, within the Third Eye, fast-coming and fast-going, leaving a hole in the Universe, within which is seen the Beginning, and the End.

And I thought, ‘The Six Directions…The Six Seals…YWH in the Six Perturbations…The Three, the Six, the Twelve, the Twenty-four, the Forty-eight, the Seventy-two, the One-hundred-and-forty-four Legs of the Bronzed Tools and Altars and Lavers, upon the High Leveled Place…’

And I picked up my blue and silver carpenter hammer and saw…

That it was lying in almost the exact position and referential closeness and angle to the tree, as was the black and yellow and silver and stone hammer of three days before to the iron pipe of the posthole, far to the north of here.

And that is how Shekinah whispers in my ear. And all of my questions of the day before, and of the long night in between, were answered in but a Single Flash of the Sephirah, and a recognition of the similarities of repetition.

For it is an entirely symbolic language; and it is interactive, and it is relative to the needs and wants and mindset and knowledge and level of observation of the receiver of the Message.

Pay attention, and observe. Open your eyes, and your ears. And learn how Hashem Is always speaking to you, and thinking about you, and Is caring for you, though you may choose to deny this, and His Very Presence. He Is always there; She Is always holding you, and picking you up, and trying to comfort you.

But do not wait too long; do not deny the Presence for too long…

For YHWH is waiting…

And the Rod?

It Is within His Hand.

Will He place it in your own hands, as your True Inheritance? Or will He lay it hard upon your stiffened back, as a further burden, and punishment?

Will you be Forgiven, and be taken under Her Wing, to rest Hedged within the Warmth of the Wisdom of Her Plucked Bare Bosom?

Or will you be Judged, and feel the Hard Cold Rod upon your back, and have the Frozen Thunderstones from Above crack your foolish head wide open?

The choice, is yours…

It has always been yours, since from the Very Beginning.

So, choose wisely.

Stop; look; and listen…

And Cross Over.

Gary W. Harper

© 7-30-16

 

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